[Ignoring half of everything Xavier says is safer, it's fine. For a moment, there's a very brief expression of... frustration? Embarrassment? It's an odd emotion, flickering into place unprompted and gone almost immediately.]

My function is dependent upon my owner. As I have no registered owner, I am unsure if I was intended for domestic or labour use, or what level of attachment I am intended to have.

[One might think his visual appearance would preclude one over the other, but... one would be wrong in a good portion of cases.]

I suppose it will be defined by who accepts that role, when I am repaired.